Taming The Villainesses

(EP-74.1) Aftermath #3

074 – Clean Up and Aftermath #3

The next day, Wednesday morning.

When I arrived at the classroom, I saw Marmar putting up something at the entrance.

「Today’s 9 o’clock ‘Understanding Ancient Dead Language’ lecture is cancelled as the Professor is currently unavailable.」

“Cancelled?”

“Ah…! Comrade…! Nice to see you…! And this, the Dead Language lecture is on hiatus…!”

“Yes?”

I was a little perplexed by the change in Marmar’s tonality. There was a big gap when she spoke normally and in that weird Nymph tone.

“Is your tone back to normal?”

“Professor Belhawk said she would reduce my pay if I don’t speak normally….”

I guessed money really was the best motivator.

“Then, forget that strange way of speaking!”

Marmar floundered, seemingly in shame.

‘I understand…’

… Because I also felt very ashamed when I pretended to be a Nymph to participate in the Nymph gathering.

Perhaps to hide her embarrassment, Marmar promptly changed the topic of the conversation.

“Anyway, it looks like Professor Balan, who is in charge of the lecture, has collapsed!”

“I see.”

As a result of yesterday’s incident, Professor Balaan was nowhere near a position to hold any lecture at all.

Moreover, the students who were controlled by Professor Balan— Gamigin were also receiving intensive treatment because their recent memories were wiped away, leaving them very confused.

“There is no proper lecture.”

It’d been two weeks since classes started in Ark, but I hadn’t really learned anything useful from the lectures nor the Professors.

Seureureuk.

At this time, the Imp Tail Wand that I was wearing on my wrist suddenly tightened, as if it was alive. This brought me back to my senses and reminded me of what I needed to tell Marmar.

“Marmar, your tail is so good. My life has been saved several times thanks to this!”

“Of course! The Imp Tail Wand is an item that even Demon King Solomon used a lot in the old days!”

“Really? The Demon King used an Imp Tail? Wasn’t it something like a Phoenix Feather Staff?”

I couldn’t help but picture a supposed Demon King casting his great magic while pointing with his heart-shaped tail.

Normally, when I thought of a Demon King, the image of a dark necromancer wearing a black helmet and a black cloak, riding a dragon and having a voice akin to scratching glass would appear.

Yet now you were saying that he used an Imp Tail Wand like me? Suddenly, my impression of the Demon King began to change in a very bizarre way…

However, Marmar stuck out her flat chest as if she was very proud of that fact.

“Imp tails have high mana conductivity… No, it’s the highest! And when you’re hungry, you can even eat it!”

“No…, you eat this?”

“Hungry Imps sometimes eat each other’s tails. This is what makes Imps superior to Nymphs!”

It was not a scene I wanted to imagine…

“Anyway, the Imp Tail Wand is a masterpiece…! And at the end of its life, you only need to plant it in a flower bed, water it and praise it to resurrect it…!”

Planting it in a flower bed, watering it, and praising it…

It was the same as the pseudo-scientific story that plants could understand praise and swear words and reflected them as they were.

And according to Marmar’s explanation, the Imp Tail Wand was itself a living creature. So you had to treat it with love and care.

“And most importantly, never praise another wand in front of it!”

“Yes, I won’t.”

As she said that, a long, thin tail about the length of my arm was already waving from side to side on Marmar’s hip.

However, the tip was an oddly shaped square, or, to be more precise, a diamond shape.

“Your tail, it’s shaped like a diamond now?”

“That’s right! Did you notice? As expected of you, comrade. It rarely appears, but I was lucky!”

‘What even is an Imp at this point…?’

Then Marmar looked at the watch on her wrist. It looked like a wristwatch, but looking at it carefully, I could see that it was just a drawing of a watch.

“Ah-! I’ll be late for Professor Belhawk’s errand at this rate! Comrade, I, Marmar, must go first!”

And thus, Marmar left first.

I thought that her tone had improved, but it was certainly getting weirder every minute. Also, she legit drew a watch on her hand and ‘used’ it…

I needed to buy her a watch later.

* * *

━Did you hear? The emergence of the undead in the outskirts was caused by Professor Balan. They said she stole the corpses of the Draco Family and kidnapped people.

━I heard it too. Apparently, she was collecting a bunch of corpses under the old castle and making something like a skeleton army.

━Professor Balan, you mean ‘the’ Witch Balan. Why would she do something like that?

━I don’t know. I heard that she was being manipulated by some kind of magic….

Religious groups and educational institutes were surprisingly quick in spreading rumors.

It had only been a day since the incident occurred, as was the case in Ark, but the information about Professor Balan’s deeds and its aftermath were already spreading around the student cafeteria.

“Breaking news, breaking news, new issues available telling the story of the recent corpse theft and undead army by Professor Balan. hoeeee, hoeee, hoeeee-!”

While eating alone in the cafeteria, a blue haired Nymph was walking around advertising in a strange sound.

“Give me one newspaper, please.”

“It’s 10,000 coins…!”

… What kind of newspaper was worth 10,000 coins? It was too expensive!

However, coveting the information written here, I decided to flex and spent 10,000 coins on a newspaper.

“You can find me by Hoe-noi of the newspaper club…! Hoee…!”

After leaving with a strange remark, the Nymph disappeared in the distance to sell more newspapers. Left alone again, I opened the newspaper made of coarse material.

• Edited by: faker